I started playing WoW in late Classic. My druid was somewhere around lvl 40, and I was standing around outside Scarlet Monastery looking for a group one night, when a lvl 60 warrior and a 30-something priest offered to run me through several times for xp. I was pretty much clueless about how to play a druid at the time, being feral spec with int gear on. A hunter near my level joined us, and we started clearing. At some point, the priest started pointing out all the things I was doing wrong, but was fairly nice about it.

The last boss of Armory dropped some Troll-Hide Leggings, a popular twink item, and a massive upgrade for me, now that I had been informed that I should be gearing agility as feral. The priest said to pass for the warrior so he could sell them, but as he rolled need I hit greed out of spite, even though I knew need rolls won over greed. They still got mad at me for even trying, probably thinking I didn't know the difference between need and greed. The priest stopped being nice about his critique, but we continued through Cathedral as planned. In the courtyard, the hunter accidentally pulled an extra pack, killing himself and the priest. I somehow managed to avoid combat with that group, but around the same time the warrior misjudged his tankiness and died to the 50 or so scarlet mobs following him. They turned towards me, so I quickly tossed out a brez before getting my face shredded.

There was silence in party chat for a few seconds as we watched the mobs reset from our view on the floor, and then...

Seems like I've told this story a thousand times, but I still find it hilarious...

So I'm leveling my first toon, a warlock, when I get the succy quest line. I make the death run through Stranglethorn Vale and take the boat. I was supposed to pick some object up, or kill something, or something... I can't really remember. I run around the barrens for about three hours totally lost. Finally I happen upon Crossroads and much to my relief I see guards.

My friend who had been playing for awhile told me that if I ever got lost in the game, ask a guard for directions. So I merrily run up to the tauren and right click him. Of course, being human I melee'd him instead of opening up the chat pane. I died.

I sat alone in the dark one night, tuning in by remote.
I found a preacher who spoke of the light, but there was Brimstone in his throat.
He'd show me the way, according to him, in return for my personal check.
I flipped my channel back to CNN and lit another cigarette.

My first mistake on my newly minted rogue was an Epic journey from Ironforge to Stormwind,
via Badlands, Searing Gorge & Burning Steppes.
The deaths were too numerous to count and it took well over an hour to make the trip.
Suffice to say I was told about the Tram after walking in the front gate of Stormwind /palm.

I stood at the entrance to ZA as a level 15 Belf Mage and asked in guild chat, "what's this strange swirling mist?" My guild leader, having a bit more experience than I, pointed out that it was the entrance to Zul'Aman. "Oh, well why won't it let me in?"

I remembered something else while reading through the posts. I was getting repeatedly killed by a group of mobs in the Night Elf starting zone. I told my guild that I was getting "camped", and needed help. I had learned the term from Wowwiki and thought I sounded professional using the term. Some level 70s (this was during TBC) asked me what their classes were and how many they where. I then told them I was getting camped by NPCs, not players. They probably facepalmed.

This actually happened a lot due to a lack of warriors willing to tank when I first started playing. It was fun though both boring and tense at the same time (Lack of buttons to push due to mana inefficiency and sudden damage spikes.)

Ran from zone to zone thinking it was the only mode of transportation up until about Level 15. I was like, "Hot damn this virtual world is enormous. My character's feet sure would be sore doing all this running. No wonder people devote so much time to this game... half of it's spent running from place to place!"

When I discovered gryphons and trams... face could not have been redder.

I didn't realise you could shift click to buy a specific number of an item until early Wrath.

Right, as the world goes, is only in question between equals in power, while the strong do what they can and the weak suffer what they must.

- Thucydides

There is a modern myth that people have always tended towards democracy, constitutions, electoral rights; but in truth, love of freedom has never been the predominant note of popular politics. At most times, popular demand has been for a strong government.